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Yasusada

I'd rather be doing kendo

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[sharplydressed]

[It's so damn easy to fall back into this rhythm that he might be angry about it in any other situation, honestly. He might be mad that all of the effort he'd put into distancing himself hadn't been enough to erase the past he tries desperately to ignore. He would definitely be infuriated by the lag in his own movements, particularly in his right arm. It's a bitter reminder of exactly why he quit - that he can never be his best again is a poison, and he lets it act as such.

But right now? Right now, it's almost like all of the years of inaction have left him with a little cache of energy that he's throwing whole-heartedly at the attackers. He watches as the first two fall. He hears the crunch of a third set of shoes and his body reacts before he does, and as he swings outward, he--

Remembers - can nearly hear - someone shouting.

The air is crackling with a putrid, negative energy that makes his nose wrinkle in disgust, but he's used to it. He doesn't feel worried at all. Not even as an enemy, a hulking enormous monster of an enemy, stands before him. The people around him - his comrades - continue fighting as well. The sun is setting, washing everything in pretty oranges and purples and a dusky, rosy red.

So you're my opponent? I'll go all out, then!

It's his own voice that he hears, and he can practically feel the air whip past him as he moves, jumping higher than he ever has, darting forward with lethal precision.

He can feel the blade in his hands tear through-- Flesh? Bone? The creature makes no sound as it's sliced in two, vanishing into curls of black smoke.]